Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1887-01-03

| have done. The past is gone! LOOK out
| fyr the future!
To all Christians, it is time of glad
ness. am glad the years are going.
You are coming on nearer home. Let
your countenance light up with the
thought. Nearer me!
| Now, when one can sooner get to the
center Of things, is he not to be congratu-
lated? Who wants to be always in the
freshman class? We study God in this
world by the biblical photograph OF Him;
but we all know we can in FIVE minutes of
| interview with friend get more accurate
idea OF aim than we can by studying him
fifty years through pictures or words.
The little child that died ST six months of
age knows more of God than all Andover,
and all Princeton, and ali New Bruins
WICK, and all Edinburgh, and all the theo-
logical institutions of Christendom. Is it
not better 10 go up TO the very headquar-
tiers of knowledge?
Does not our common sense teach US
that 1t is better to be at the center than
to be clear cut on the rim of the wheel,
holding nervousll fast to the tire, lest we
be suddenly hurled into light and eternal
felicity? Through all kinds of optical in
strumeuts trying to peer in through the
cracks and the keyholes Of heayen-afrafd
that both doors of the celestial mansion
will be swung wide open before or en-
tranCed DISTINGUISHING about among the
apothecary shops of this world, wonder
ing if this is good for umati5m, and
that is good for neuralgia, and something
else is good for bad cough, lest we be
suddenly rshered into land of everlsst-.
ing health where the inhabltant never
says: 81 am sick"
What fools we all are to prefer the
circumference to the center. WHAT q
dreadful thing it would be If we should
he suddenly ushered from this wiatry
world into the May-time orchards Of
heaven, and if our psuperism of sin and
SORROW should be suddenly broken up by
I. presentation of en- emYeror's castle aur-
rounded by parks with springihg fouu-
tains aad paths, up and down which an
gels Of Cod
WALK TWO and TWO.
We are like persons standing on the
cold steps Of The National Picture gallery
in London, under umbrellas in the rain,
afraid to go in amid the Turner's, and the
Titians, and the Raphaels. l come to
tn. m and say: "Why don't you 90 inside
the gallery" "O," they say, "we don't
know whether we can get inf" l say:
Don't you see the door is open?n
eyes" they cay, 'fbut we have
been so long on these cold steps
we are SO attached to them
we don't like to leave" "But,"
say, SIT is so much brighter and more
beautiful in the gallery, You had better go
inn "No," they say, 1--WE know exactly
how it is out he'e, but we don't know
how it is in there" o, let US be glad
that We are one year nearer the scene that
explains all, and lrradiates ALL
In 1885, the French resolved that at
Client they would have kind OF musical
demonstration that had never been heard
Of Il would be made up OF the chimes
of bells and the discharge OF cannon. The
experiment was perfect success. What
with the ringing OF the bells and the re
port of the ordnance, the city trembled,
and the hills shook with the
triumphal march that was as
strange as it was Overwhelming.
With more glorious accompaniment
will Gods dear children go into their high
residence, WHEN the trumpe shall sound
and the last Day has come. At The signal
given, the bills of the towers, and Of the
light houses, and of the cities, will strike
their sweetness into last chime that
shall ring into the heavens and feat of
upon the sea, joined by the boom of
bursting miro and magazine, augmented
by all the cathedral TO sers Of heaven,
the harmonies Of earth and the symptom
les Of the celestial realm making up one
great triumphsl march, fit to celebrate
inc assent # the redeemed to where they
shall SHINE as the stars for ever and tor
ever. With such anticipations. We can
look back without single regret upon
the, dying years, and 70 ward With exul-
,stion, TO the time wnen the archsneel,
with one foot on The sea and the other
foot on tie land. shall swear by Him that!
liveth for ever and ever that time shxHsbe
no longer. ...,..,.sss
The Finest Rssyrs in the world.